I am mental. I know I am. How could I not be? I wonder though, are all humans mental? what is hte true meaning of the word?
I am mental becaue I am different? How am I different? Perhaps I am not different at all. One of my favorite lines is, I am mentally divergant in that I escape certain unseen realities in my life. Mentally divergant!
In the case of human mentality, there are a lot of unknowns. Unfortunately, some people are lost in their minds, while some people really should stay away from thought…..and me.
Everyone is a bit of a mental case. To say you’re not means you’re probably more mental than the rest, because you’re also delusional. The beauty in being mental is that you do things that are most beautiful to you – if it doesn’t make sense in your head, there’s no point to continue on. To do so would make you more mental.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste, though it can also be a beautiful thing to waste. Let go. Let yourself create. Let yourself be. Mental.
there one was a man in an orange sweater. He was insane, some would even say mental. He sat, and wore a toupe, and talked to himself. He is mental. The End.
the black facility with the bars in place over the windows were keeping in the dreary eyed prisoners of absolute despair. they shuffled from place to place ushered by women dressed in stiff white uniforms, pills and experimental drugs shoved down their throats at all hours of the day. the only colors they ever saw were white and gray. inside their mind was a color explosion.
my mental state is not right as of late I haven’t been on a date in weeks. My nose it is running, my neighborhood is slumming and I start to cough when I speak. Sleep with me darling tonight in the star light, I’ve got some roofies with me.
my friend natalie just got out of a mental hospital for being depressed and trying to kill herself. i thinkn it might have just been for the attention. she told like everybody but who knows. you know whats really scary is that she had to lie to be released.
mental that doesn’t even come close to describe my current state.
completely crazed needing to do what can’t be done, wanting to be somewhere that isn’t here, to be with you. you who doesn’t exist.
i am not mental. I do not like mental arithmetic. My mentality is not something i often am able to evaluate. However, what I really want to know is how i am able to write this and not a History essay.
totally complety insane in the membrain
sarah face
proboblly a good thing
mental as in cockney as in youfucking mental mate?
I am mental. I know I am. How could I not be? I wonder though, are all humans mental? what is hte true meaning of the word?
I am mental becaue I am different? How am I different? Perhaps I am not different at all. One of my favorite lines is, I am mentally divergant in that I escape certain unseen realities in my life. Mentally divergant!
rain will fall, same as yesterday:
one word, the same again today
microwave skies are bleaching my soul:
brain broken bad, belching bogus blather
dope the seed crystal, mental meltdown:
phased in and out of conceptual conjugations
quantized by algebras of truth and lies:
degenerate forms can’t be symplectic
In the case of human mentality, there are a lot of unknowns. Unfortunately, some people are lost in their minds, while some people really should stay away from thought…..and me.
Everyone is a bit of a mental case. To say you’re not means you’re probably more mental than the rest, because you’re also delusional. The beauty in being mental is that you do things that are most beautiful to you – if it doesn’t make sense in your head, there’s no point to continue on. To do so would make you more mental.
A mind is a terrible thing to waste, though it can also be a beautiful thing to waste. Let go. Let yourself create. Let yourself be. Mental.
there one was a man in an orange sweater. He was insane, some would even say mental. He sat, and wore a toupe, and talked to himself. He is mental. The End.
the black facility with the bars in place over the windows were keeping in the dreary eyed prisoners of absolute despair. they shuffled from place to place ushered by women dressed in stiff white uniforms, pills and experimental drugs shoved down their throats at all hours of the day. the only colors they ever saw were white and gray. inside their mind was a color explosion.
my mental state is not right as of late I haven’t been on a date in weeks. My nose it is running, my neighborhood is slumming and I start to cough when I speak. Sleep with me darling tonight in the star light, I’ve got some roofies with me.
my friend natalie just got out of a mental hospital for being depressed and trying to kill herself. i thinkn it might have just been for the attention. she told like everybody but who knows. you know whats really scary is that she had to lie to be released.
mental that doesn’t even come close to describe my current state.
completely crazed needing to do what can’t be done, wanting to be somewhere that isn’t here, to be with you. you who doesn’t exist.
um thats mental.
and me.
i am not mental. I do not like mental arithmetic. My mentality is not something i often am able to evaluate. However, what I really want to know is how i am able to write this and not a History essay.
god grant me thee serenity ,,
**two words**
**thats all i gotts say
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